It’s all My Fault

They are the only words I hear as the non-mother-guilt rational side of me tries to battle back. “You were just doing the best you could.” “Yeah, but…” Back and…

What is Wrong With Us?

The tears stream down my face as I watch. All I can think of is what if that was my baby girls. My heart fills with a fierce, protective love…

Hair Romance

Why is it that some days your hair has a mind of its own and no matter how much spit and polish you put in it, it will look like…